Edward Stephens furrowed his brows slightly, said nothing, and lowered his head to start drinking the bland chicken soup.
Although Lady Stephens hadn’t ntioned it, he could tell this pot of chicken soup was probably made by his mother herself.
Edward finished it in one go, then pushed the bowl aside and said flatly, "No salt."
Lady Stephens was taken aback, then quickly took a spoon to taste it herself.
Upon tasting, it was indeed bland.
Seeing her son’s calm expression, Lady Stephens couldn’t help saying, "Why did you drink it all without salt? I can go back and make you another pot."
Edward: "It’s troubleso."
Lady Stephens looked at him a few tis, pinched her son’s cheek, and smiled, "Stubborn."
Having his face pinched by his mother, Edward remained calm. He yawned and pulled up the quilt, "Going to sleep."
Lady Stephens carefully cleaned up the dishes. She was raised in luxury from a young age and, apart from giving birth, had never experienced any hardship, her hands never touching spring water.
She felt so guilt towards this son, so she took even more personal care of him. However, not used to chores, she couldn’t distinguish salt from sugar, and the food she made was so unpalatable that even she couldn’t eat it, yet Edward could finish it without batting an eye.
As she tidied, Lady Stephens said, "Daisy’s company recently ran into so trouble and she’s extrely busy. Otherwise, with her personality, she’d co to see you even if she had to take leave. Edward, don’t be upset; once Daisy’s done, she’ll co to keep you company."
Edward initially didn’t want to respond to her. But hearing his mother speak more and more absurdly, he finally couldn’t help but darken his face, looking up to ask his mother, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Lady Stephens blinked innocently and said, "Did I just say sothing?"
Edward: "..."
This must be sothing learned from Daisy Ginger!
Edward couldn’t help rolling his eyes, lying back on the bed and pulling the quilt over his face, "Going to sleep. Don’t bother ."
Family mbers can’t stay in the sterile room, so Lady Stephens cleaned up the dishes and went out.
She handed the thermos bottle to the servant waiting outside and then stood outside the glass wall, watching her son. The surgery Edward had this ti was very successful, Daisy Ginger’s bone marrow was a great match for him, and the white blood cell count had now reached five hundred. Soon, he could be moved to a regular ward.
Having undergone this surgery, he would no longer be troubled by hereditary disease and could live like a normal person, not facing a life-threatening situation from a small wound.
Lady Stephens’ eyes were red as she looked on for a long ti before she went downstairs with the servant.
*
Twenty days later, Edward Stephens was moved to a regular ward.
He was recovering well and in three days, he could be discharged.
Lady Stephens entered, carrying a bouquet of sunflowers, and placed them on the windowsill.
Edward leaned against the headboard, glanced at the bouquet, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Lady Stephens noticed and asked, "Don’t like it? Just leave it for now; these flowers look cheerful."
Edward withdrew his gaze, looked down at his iPad in his hands, and said indifferently, "Whatever."
Lady Stephens knew her son disliked bright and gaudy flowers; he found them tacky. However, as he was about to be discharged, on such a joyous day, sunflowers, blooming so vibrantly, were quite fitting.
Lady Stephens arranged the flowers and brought over a box of osmanthus cakes, "Look, Daisy sent these for you. I don’t even have so, try one."
Edward glanced at the box’s packaging, recognizing it as from a century-old store in Banyan City, which only sold two hundred boxes a day and was generally unavailable to most.
He wasn’t particularly interested in such sweet snacks, so he picked one to taste and said, "You have it."
Lady Stephens put the osmanthus cake back into the box, glanced at her son’s calm expression, and asked, "Edward, do you miss Daisy?"
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